[b]And thus, Vinny encountered the samurai, who happened to have been patrolling the streets that day.[/b] [b]The sound of booming footsteps could be heard as the seven foot tall warrior approached the newcomer, his helmeted head turning towards Vinny in what seemed to have been an interested manner, the deep red feather that protruded from the back of the helmet shaking slightly upon the movement. The warrior was intimidating, to say the least: his armor was brass and steel, shining vibrantly due to the booming sunlight that was cast upon him and all others in a general vicinity. Dark green and red talismans and pieces of cloth were wrapped around him, each with Japanese symbols depicted upon their cloth, while a tight bright red cloth belt was wrapped around his waist. Upon his back was a singular weapon; a nodachi, and a rather impressive one at that. At exactly six feet long, the elongated katana's steel blade was hidden away by the sheath on the tall man's back, the leather gander protruding from it and remaining completely still, although it seemed as if the man would draw it at any moment. The samurai stopped some feet away from Vinny, about seven feet, before speaking in a deep, gravely voice. [/b] [i]"You there. One who seems to be new to the land of Tatakai, and more specifically, this place. You have heard of the Dojo, yes? I see great potential within you, young warrior. You may call me a madman, but trust me...I do."[/i]